Monday, August 4, 2014

In the thick of August, 
I ask the flowers to remember
how I nurtured them in spring time;
I ask the weeds to step aside--
I pray the ivy 
does not devour the holly.  

Next to the baggage claim carousel,
a pair of lost sparrows
recovers in the water fountain
after wrecking another landing
on the polished terrazzo floor.

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